#never join the server! or the community! they fucking suck!

[slvttyplum]

suguru was one of your eaters, and there was no denying that he knew how to eat pussy and ate it well; it was one of his guilty pleasures, but someone who could eat pussy really fucking good was toji; he did what needed to be done. 

toji ate pussy off the bone, and then some, he didn't play around when pushing your thighs back and licking you from the pussy to the ass. this was something serious for him, and he made you cum every single time. 

he didn't even just stop at you finishing one or two; he made sure you would squirt back to back. he wanted his face and chest covered with your fluids. it got a rise out of him, a smirk on his face when he sees the exhausted look in your eye, knowing he's going to do it again.

all he wanted to do was taste you, feel you run down his mouth and chin, and feel how wet you were on his tongue and down his throat. it was his favorite sweet treat. all he wanted to do was eat you from the front and back until you were all on the sheets.

his long tongue slipping in and out of you, the feeling of how he stretched you out, and his tongue swiping back and forth on your clit had you squealing around and squirming. along with him, you just couldn't get enough of how he used his tongue. 

you never took toji as a pussy eater, just someone who could put dick down way too well. that was until he pushed your thighs out and got to work. you fell in love with him right then.

your taste was enough to have his eyes rolling, and your cum was leaking onto his tongue. swallowing it immediately so he could get more, swallowing you up whenever you needed to be or to put your attitude in check.

there was no talking, just you moaning and you running your hands through his hair, arching your back whenever he licked over your clit and slipped a finger in. curving his finger up to press on your sweet spot so that you could get the extra stimulation that you craved so badly. 

"you like this shit, don't you?" sucking on your clit as he keeps pushing his fingers against your sweet spot. 

this was his favorite pastime: eating you until he got tired; eating you until his finger was cramping inside of you; eating you until his spit and your fluids were combining and dripping onto the sheets; eating you until your legs were cramping up and your stomach was caving in. 

his favorite was eating you from the back while you sucked him up, almost making it a friendly competition to see who cums first, knowing you could barely do a thing when his tongue was deep in your pussy, freezing up while his dick was deep down your throat.

one thing about you, though: you took it every single time because you couldn't get enough of his tongue.

he was a real eater; he didn't care what state it was in; he was going to eat it no matter what—dry, wet, or both. he was in that pussy all day and all night long. even when he was mad, he was going to eat that pussy up, and that was the best time to get your pussy eaten. the aggression is what made it better. 

he didn't show you any mercy; he slurped you the fuck up, and that's what had you gripping the sheets and your stomach swirling with butterflies.

almost at 100 members and once we get there i’ll do suguru next >< https://discord.gg/jjkfruits

[jewish-vents]

this was actually a bit ago but I can't call myself jewish if I dont complain anyway lol

Im in a certain discord fandom server, a server I joined after october mainly just to take my mind off things. People were good at first, I thought it was a good place to just try and have escapism from the war which I am experiencing in real time. Then I see people talk about the war. I should've expected it, I guess.

I contact the owner, asking them in honestly the most gentle way I could if they could keep politics off this server about fandom, and that it's paining me to see it being discussed when I joined just to talk about fandom things and feel safe in a community. They agree after discussing it with the mods that it'll be kept to adult and vent channels, and advised me to mute them, which I did.

Not long after I see it being actively discussed in another, fandom related, fucking channel. I come to them about it, asking them politely to maybe explain to people the new rule (which has never even been added now), and sure enough they not only ghost me but the messages fucking stay! Great! Here's to another place I can't feel safe in! Ugh

Is it that hard for them to delete the messages? Or even just ping everyone like heads up keep it to specific channels??? I swear I only feel safe in Jewish spaces anymore. Which sucks. I want to talk about fandom. I want more friends. I'm tired.

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[mr2swap]

I'm the one who needs to suck a cock now

Stealing my grandson's body was the best idea I've had in years, now I'm in his apartment, in his young, muscular and hot body While he's in the fucking nursing home in my old, obese, already sore body 70 years, maybe if he had been kinder and visited me from time to time he would have stolen the body of that sexy nurse.

Although now that I have my nephew's body I don't regret anything, I feel so energetic that now I just want a good pussy to break.

I'm going to have fun in his body for a while, right now I'm looking at his messages to find a girl in which to bury my new and monstrous cock, it seems that I was his grandfather's cock although it is a pity because the one my grandson has now It only works with a large dose of viagra, although I don't think I will fuck in my decrepit old body again.

-Oh! shit! It seems that my grandson loves to suck cocks, I never knew she was a sissy, he did not look like it with all these muscles and tattoos, he always seemed quite masculine to me- without my noticing, cock began to get excited while he looked at the photos on his phone, only hairy asses and cocks. ... I think I'm the one who needs to suck a cock now.

A message caught my attention “Hey sexy do you have free time today? I left work early and I want to fuck NOW ”was one of my grandson's friends who was looking for some action.

oh shit, I'm so hot, I replied immediately "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk in a week" I might get used to this being a fag ...

this is one of my stories from last year that i posted on my patreon if you want to read more of my stories take a look at my page or join my discord server

[xomoosexo]

when people used to think being invited to the dsmp was the final level a mcyter could reach LMAO

i remember someone (snifferish i think) made a tiktok video being like "guys I'm a builder, I build stuff, the dsmp is like heavy roleplay being invited there isn't a goal i have" bc their comments were always filled with "u should be invited to the dsmp"

yeah that whole culture just sucked for everyone involved. "being invited to the smp" was seen as this huge life-changing thing by fans and the mcyt community in general. which put a fuck ton of pressure on dream to continually add new people, or else he was seen as selfish for being able to "give people this opportunity and choosing not to", pick "the right people" who were perfectly unproblematic and fit in the culture of the server (totally doesn't matter that the server started off as a casual one with friends), and add their fav big creator while also needing to add small streamers.

AND IT SUCKED JUST AS MUCH for the non dsmp streamers who were constantly being compared to dsmp, being told they should join, and being influenced by the culture that made them feel like they were entitled to an invite. or the streamers who knew dream/were friends of friends but we're never invited who ended up resenting him for that even though it was always a casual server with friends.

AND it ended up affecting the inter-server relationships for the streamers who felt entitled to blow up from being on the server but never did!

[flamingkorybante]

Any tips for finding the right people irl with whom to practice/do ritual/etc? I've always felt very confined to the internet with regards to religious/magical community and I've never found groups/folks I can really jive with in that regard.

I have a couple of thoughts, I hope they're helpful!

Do Stuff. Go to events, attend groups, try things that you aren't sure if you'll like or not! Go to in person stuff and virtual stuff! Join discord servers and facebook groups! Explore and see who you find there! There are a lot more weirdos in the world than you think and no matter what you want to do or make or be, I 100000% guarantee you that you aren't the only one.

If all the stuff that's available to you sucks, make more stuff. If you're feeling unsatisfied with the offerings other people are making, chances are good that you aren't the only one. Imagine exactly the event or group or thing that you want. What could you see on eventbrite or on the bulletin board at your local witch shop that would make you go "oh shit, I bet the people I'm looking for are there!" Get a really clear picture of that thing in your mind and then take a deep breath and make it real. You don't need any qualifications or permission to make there be a thing in the world that wasn't there before, and if you make the thing that would feel exciting to you, then anyone else who shows up has at least one thing in common with you, and that's a cool place to start!

Not everyone that you can do magic with already calls what they're doing magic. They might call it psychoanalysis, or sex, or BDSM, or LARP, or fiction, or poetry, or art, or critical theory. It's actually really fucking cool to collaborate with someone who is coming from a totally different perspective than you, but you can vibe with on a deep level -- they'll have ideas that would never occur to you, and vice versa, so you'll be able to get into some really deep shit! Don't stress out about terminology or discipline -- just follow the vibes.

Don't guard your heart a lot, but guard it a little. Not everybody that you want to practice with will want to practice with you, and not everybody that wants to practice with you is a good person for you to practice with. That's fine and good! Any time you notice that the fit isn't right -- even if it hurts -- it's a moment of beautiful power in that you are feeling present enough in what you want and need that you can sense the discrepancy between it and what's happening.

All kinds of monogamy are a trap. You're not looking for one person to be your spiritual everything, and in fact, if someone is trying to be your spiritual everything or tell you that they are, they're probably an asshole. You can do different things with different people. You can have spiritualism friends and sumerian polytheist friends and high protocol ceremonial magick infused BDSM friends and none of them diminish your connections with any of the others.

Be brave. I don't know about you, but I'm shy. Approaching someone I don't already know and inviting them into connection feels like everything about my life is hanging in the balance. But!!! That fear is not giving you good information. Acknowledge it -- thank it for trying to protect you -- and do not obey it. You may be surprised at how many people will blossom into curiosity and joy if you ask them "Hey, do you want to do some magic with me?"

[crotovane]

im super lonely and I really don’t know what to do about it. I was gonna blame Twitter and Instagram’s slow deaths and how they’re fracturing their art communities but I can’t even do that because I was on those apps before their fall and I chose to distance myself from fandom & never talked to anyone because I was too intimidated. now I just feel so out of place everywhere and I have no idea where to turn to make friends because everyone’s spread out to another new flavor of the week app, or private discord servers I guess, because existing on social media as an artist fucking sucks. do I just flail my arms and wait for someone to adopt me into their friend group. do I join a hundredth discord server to post an introduction and never speak another word in. how do people make friends online in 2024

[stateswscarlet]

hi i recently joined your discord server and saw the “3D sucks” thread where you were telling that girl that she wont get 3D sp back. can you elaborate on this? is it meaning we wont get SP back in the 3D? i messaged the OP about it but she never answered

lmao wtf why cant you straight up ask in there? whats the point in coming here and asking me and lorian as anons? if you dont want to be upfront and talk IN the community PLEASE get the fuck out of my server, I DONT WANT PEOPLE LIKE THIS IN THERE!!

and maybe just maybe if you PAID ATTENTION to anything in that whole server you would realize how your selective ass brain picked and chooses only what YOU fear and didnt give a SINGLE NOT EVEN AN ATOMS WORTH of brain cell to comprehend what we said. yall are so fucking dumb it hurts

[thedreadmachine]

We're here.

Hello Tumblr fam. I'm Alin (@allhailalin), the executive editor of an indie magazine you've probably never heard of (The Dread Machine). We've been publishing dark speculative short stories and poetry since 2020.

We mostly toil in obscurity. We've never won any awards, nor are we ever featured in reviewer blogs. Our marketing game apparently sucks, because nothing we've tried has worked.

As a niche-within-a-niche, we knew profitability was a pipe dream, but we hoped we'd be able to build a solid community and make something awesome together. We've succeeded in that respect. Our Discord server is considered one of the friendliest and most welcoming in the indie publishing space. Our web metrics are bonkers. However, our financial performance sucks, so we've had to stop publishing stories for free in an effort to boost print and digital subscription sales.

I fucking hate this change. I hate that our stories and poetry aren't being read and shared all over the internet. I hate having to "sell" what we're doing. Each quarterly issue costs us between $1,700 and $2,400 to make, so it's not even like it costs a fortune to do this. Our failure to cover even half of our expenses after three years is pretty upsetting, because we know people value what we're doing...they just don't value it enough to help ensure its continuation.

Indie publishers are being taken for granted, and this is why we're all dying off.

Currently, we pay $0.05/word for original fiction and $10 per poem. My goal was to increase our rates to $0.08/word in January of this year, but we're not in a position to increase our overhead any further.

So, I'm here to let you know we exist, and we'd love if you joined us. If you're into writing, science fiction, cyberpunk, slipstream, synthwave, pixel art, video games, and TTRPGs, you should come hang out with us in our Discord server. Maybe consider subscribing or supporting us on Patreon or Ko-fi. Follow us on Kickstarter so you can be alerted when we get desperate enough to run a campaign. You can also follow me on Tumblr, if you like Disco Elysium fan art and synthwave stuff.

Idk man. We're just a bunch of punk asses doing the best we can to keep written art alive. Join us if you're into it. Reblog this and we'll love you forever.

[void-inked-pen]

Very, very disappointed in hearing about Colin Stein and what he’s been defending(I can’t even say it, it’s so disgusting). How do you cope with it broken pedestals?

SUBJECTS BELOW DISCUSS SOME SERIOUS ISSUES RELATED TO TC*ST, NSFW CONTENT INVOLVING MINORS, AND MENTIONS OF MANIPULATION! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

I wasnt going to really say anything publicly but... I've known for a while he was more... lenient in regards to tc*st and nsfw around minors.

a while back, I participated in his first project for the fandom. The first rottmnt calendar. me and a friend of mine joined a server he had created for the project, and though both of us weren't super active in it, we both experienced the suspicious behavior within. he had an nsfw channel and a handful of the people who participated were tc*sters (I only knew this because when my friend was uncomfortable with a convo, i went to check these peoples accounts I noticed i had blocked them already for that reason so it was not a good sign.)

when people expressed our concerns about having an nsfw channel with minors present, Colin brushed it off and ignored our concerns. unfortunately for us, the calendar project was already done at that point and being sold so we just decided to leave quietly instead of deal with it.

This is not the first time I've experienced something like this in this fandom. A different artist, who will not be named, did a lot to both me and two different friends of mine that were in essence, an attempt at manipulation.

I don't have a lot of first-hand experience with this, and it is not my place to express what my friends went through because it's their story to tell, but in short, they were trying to get us into tc*st. They even went to a separate incognito chat room to talk to other tc*st artists about doing so.

luckily for me, I have a very strong personality. I openly talked about how I didn't like tc*st and changed the subject often enough away from the topic on more fun things unrelated to shipping and was... pretty much blocked by them after a few days.

But because I'm very close friends with both these artists, they couldn't really avoid me. It wasn't until both those friends came to me in concern over anonymous posts that I learned what was actually happening.

They have been on the receiving end of call out posts since then but idk what they're called anymore. Just because they did a fucked up thing to me and my friends doesn't mean they deserve to be harassed. You never really know what's going on with other fans on the internet and this is a pretty tight knit community.

it sucks when great artists and creators in the fandom are found out to be doing stuff that is not okay like this. Colin didn't do much, but he did defend some very gross behavior and included and nsfw chat around minors that could easily access that content. while that artist just did a lot of questionable stuff in the background that really hurt me and people I'm close to.

I'm using this opportunity to talk about what can go wrong in a fandom space and warn new fans what they should watch out for. I'm sorry you all had to experience a disappointment like this and hope it doesn't ruin your love for the show in any way.

Thank you, Pen

[hillbillyoracle]

For the last two months or so I was experimenting with writing weekly emails to friends instead of using social media much and I was initially pretty hopeful. But I only had one person reply regularly and about half of the rest never replied at all. 

I thought about going back to Instagram but after 5 minutes on the app I was so bummed seeing the friends who didn’t have time for me have time for other people that I was like “fuck it, I’m deactivating this” so I did.

Shortly after that I had yet another relative I don’t know blow past my stated boundaries + preferences on Facebook and was like “you know what, this doesn’t spark joy either” and deactivated that. 

I’ve been off Twitter since 2017. Don’t really go on Pinterest. Deleted TikTok off my phone in June. Considering blocking Reddit. 

I’m just fed up. I’d rather be actually alone than strung along with likes and the occasional message request to do a tarot reading for people who haven’t spoken to me in almost a year. I let my main college friendships fizzle out after I found out way after the fact that several of them had gotten married and I hadn’t even gotten a heads up so I could send a gift. At the start of COVID I put together a server we could hang out in and like one person joined and I was like...welp, I appreciate the clear communication about where I stand. 

But it’s spreading to most of my friendships now. I’m just seeing how I’m pretty consistently putting in more effort to try to maintain or deepen some sort of connection and I’m not getting anything back. My disabled ass can’t do what they seem to want anymore and they don’t want to make accommodations for me so. Better to just...not. 

Social media has never lead to deep or quality friendships with other people for me. It really does remind me of smoking - as someone who smoked for years. 

I did it in large part in order to be social with other people, especially when I was still playing shows. I got a quick thrill but often felt kind of gross afterwards. Always smoked more when I already felt bad which lead to me feeling even worse and so on. 

So. Yeah. 

It’s hard. When I was in high school, I was in an abusive relationship, had basically no real friends no matter how hard I tried, and was surrounded by people who didn’t really like me. I always hoped and strived to change that after I got out. But here I am at 30, in the same damn town, in an abusive relationship I can’t leave, next to no real friends, and surrounded by people who don’t really like me. The more things change the more they stay the same I guess. 

It’s painful I couldn’t change that for myself no matter how hard I tried. 

I’ve just seen over the years that at the end of the day - no matter how much I work on myself, move toward the other person, give them space, accept, etc - I’m just not who people want to hang out with after they get to know me. I’m not appealing basically. 

And that sucks a lot but at 30 I’m just tired of fighting it. This is my karma. Probably better to just embrace it the best I can. 

[daintymayhem]

I feel bad for all these new people joining the server they’ll realize that they’ll never get a dainty and leave once they realize how fucked the community is, but hey at least they’ll leave before getting sucked into this hellhole 👌

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[arjex-and-stuff]

There's some stuff I'm glad about.

A lot of lasts that have been really nice.

It's kind of hard to remember things.

Um. I got to go to a concert for my favorite band. Or my favorite right now. It was a really good time. I should make sure I listen to the CD's I got a few times.

I finally got to have a mini fridge in my room. It's been really nice. Going down the stairs hurts a lot more now than it did when I was a kid. It's nice to have drinks and some snacks in my room. And access to a working toilet. I can actually be by myself for a day when I need to.

I got to have that lobster roll I like one more time.

I decorated eggs with my neice.

I got to spend Christmas with most of my family. And I get to visit my grandparents on the 12th. That will be nice.

Some fun internet things happened. The charity stream was amazing. I'm happy I got to watch some of it.

There was an April fools life game. So I got to see one more life game.

A few fanfics I was reading wrapped up.

I beat the ender dragon with my friends again. It was a lot of fun and very silly. I hope they had fun too.

I did make 2 videos. They suck and I will never touch that channel again. But I did make them.

My friends are all still hanging out with each other. I'm glad they have each other.

The fish oil and magnesium have me functioning somewhat. I am able to do some of the things I like. I don't feel miserable all the time. Its a good bandage.

MCC is starting up again tomorrow. So I'll get to see a little bit of one last MCC before I die. My friends are going to hang out together and watch it.

I like most of my co-workers. My job isn't too hard. It hurts pretty much the entire time I'm there now with how bad my ankles are. But I can put up with that a few weeks longer. I feel kind of bad I'll just be disappearing on them without any notice. But I won't be the first and I won't be the last. With any luck they will just shrug off my disappearance and not find out what happened.

But it's nice to have a job I kind of like doing.

I did something awful. I joined a new discord server. I just kind of thought it would be. I don't know. I don't fit in well in the other servers I'm in. So I thought it would be about the same. I feel like I fit in on this server. It's really nice. They're good people. It was a really great few weeks spending time with them. I'm going to try to be a little less active. If I'm going to disappear I don't want it to be as harsh of a blow. If I can quietly fade out fewer people will notice I'm gone.

But it was really nice to feel like part of a community again. And feel like people cared. I only know the people there superficially. But I could actually vent about some of my problems a little. Nothing excessive. And could talk about adult stuff with the adults. I really hope that community stays strong. They were good for me. I hope that they don't miss me too much. Hopefully I'm just some guy who was a blip and then gone.

Stuff I want to do. Or won't get to do.

I really wanted to see the ocean again. It's not really that big of a deal. I was thinking about going out to the ocean to kill myself, but it's too long of a drive. Might change my mind before I get there.

I still want to go fishing. I don't think I'll get my shit together enough to go. I feel bad. My parents got me the stuff to go and I haven't used it. I really thought I would have the energy to go. I really want to. I just. Am useless. I'm useless at existing I'm just fucking useless.

I want to see my friends again. I won't. They don't deserve this and I am being unimaginably cruel to everyone I know and they deserve to see me one last time. But I don't deserve to see them. I don't deserve them at all.

I think I'll read one more book. I'll read one of the new ones I got for Christmas. Then the gift won't be completely wasted.

I'm not going to get my stuff paid off. That's only a problem if mom accepts the debt. I hope she doesn't. I've already been such a massive waste of time and money.

I really wanted to finish this one video. I actually wanted to make a lot more. I had planned a lot more. The plans went out the window when I decided to scrap my channel. I think instead I should just focus on spending time with my family. I'm not going to finish that video. I worked so hard on it. But it just doesn't matter. Nothing I do or want matters.

I'm just so fucking stupid. I wanted to figure things out. I'm just so fucking stupid.

Help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me

I can't help myself I don't deserve help.

I'd like to kiss someone again. I'm not delusional enough to want sex. But just being held for a little while would be nice. No one I've been with has just held me. I don't really deserve it. And it would be mean to whoever it is since I'm going to kill myself. But this is a list of things I wish I could have before I die. It doesn't have to be realistic.

I wish I had someone to talk to.

Pomegranates are out of season. They're my favorite fruit.

I can't really think of anything else I want that's within the realm of obtainable.

I could go for a hike again. It'll hurt, but I miss it. I'll try to go.

I'm sad I won't get to see the fireflies this year.

I'd like to drive out to somewhere truly dark and see the milky way again. That one won't happen either. But it was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. It'd be nice to see it again. I hope that if there's some kind of existence after death you can see the stars.

I hope there's nothing after death. I hope that every fiber of anything I once was disappates and there is no mind or energy or flicker of being left. I hope there's nothing. I just want to be nothing. I don't want to exist any more. I'm so tired. I'm so tired. I'm only 30 and I'm just so tired.

My life isn't even that hard. I'm just pathetic.

I should play pokemon mystery dungeon again. It's my favorite game. I haven't played it in a long time.

Read a book. Go for a walk in the woods. Go fishing. Play PMD one last time.

That's a nice list. That can be accomplished. If I do 3 out of 4 of those I think I'll be happy. Not that it really matters if I'm happy.

I just have to remember that no matter how good I feel at the moment things will keep steadily getting worse and I need to end things before I set myself up to hurt even more people. I'm going to kill myself eventually regardless. I need to do it now so that I'm not even more of a financial drain on my parents. A funeral is cheaper than having to support me for the rest of their lives.

I'm useless I'm so fucking useless.

I wish I had someone to talk to.

I wish someone would hold me.

I'm fat and hairy and nasty and stupid and have nothing real to offer to a relationship. No one wanting to touch me is fair. It's allowed. I did this to myself and I'm hideous. I thought I'd get to finish transitioning and actually look like a man. But I'm stuck halfway.

I just want to be held by someone who actually likes me. I don't deserve it but I want it so bad.

I just want someone to talk to. I wish I could talk to someone. I can't. Too much risk of getting locked up in a hospital. The lifetimes worth of debt would be grounds for killing myself alone. I'd just be back to the same place. I'd get locked up and they'd just hurt me more and I just can't. I can't.

I hope it hurts.

I deserve to hurt.

One last horrible painful moment.

I'm so tired of hurting all the time.

I wish I had someone to talk to.

[normally-alexis]

||Choked up

Pairings - Wilbur x Reader

Warnings - Heavily implied NSFW, Gore-related topics, knife kinks, spitting kink, Pain kink.

Summary - Nights before L'manburg was destroyed and Wilbur went insane you meet up with him and stay over.

Word Count: 1927

L'manburg was pretty much peaceful even though Dream and everybody else didn't want it on the server. It wasn't really bothering anybody so far even though some people, it's mainly just a place to get out of the tough rules of the smp.

You hadn't got into much trouble since you were partially on dream smp's side even though you switch sides pretty often. Whichever side would win you would switch to that side because you didn't want to pick sides you'd be a villain in either's eyes.

Hanging out with Tommy was fun even though he was three years younger than you. It wasn't weird since you both had a strong relationship with Wilbur and Philza. Philza was a father figure to all of you even though you weren't in the slightest related.

Growing up with Wilbur and Techno as best friends was pretty amazing, they taught you a few things throughout your teenage years. Philza before adopting Tommy was nicer to the three of you manly you and Techno.

Being the only female was different, you didn't have special perks as a kid, you were treated like a boy just with fewer responsibilities. Thinking back from when you were a kid towards now it was very rare for people to have kids on the smp. People just adopted children when you think about it.

Techno wasn't really in the Dream smp anymore he was with Philza somewhere out there. Tommy and Tubbo were kids and nobody really wanted them to do anything, they were still sorta young so they just joined L'manburg.

Nothing to stress about at the moment, still being one of the youngest adults of the smp gave you very few privileges. You had to take advantage of them while they lasted at the moment. Since it wasn't safe to live in L'manburg or on the Dream smp you had a bunker underground.

Why wasn't it safe? Anybody who picks sides cannot change that side, if you were on L'manburg's side you would be a big target considering you did have a private association with Dream.

You were underground sorting out some armor and some blueprints, you always have to move a lot if anybody ever saw you so why not be prepared? You kept sketching and erasing multiple times until you age up and burnt it.

The smoke was pretty bad to inhale so you move to an area where there wasn't much smoke at. It's pretty much clouding up the bunker and you start coughing, it's not that bad so you grab a potion and throw it on the burning blueprints.

It's not clouded up anymore even though you could have let it burn out. You drop your armor and weapons on the ground because you wouldn't be needing it at the moment. making your way over to your seat you sit down and look at all the notes in your notebook.

Flipping through the pages seeing if you found any notes you probably had written but most likely forgot were noted down. You stop at a page because it wasn't remembered from last time, it's a note from an anonymous person saying to come to the back of L'manburg.

You look back to see if anybody's there even though there's clearly nobody there. It must have been written early when you had left out. You push your chair out and then stand up, You take a moment and hesitate to think if you should do it or not.

It's a win and lose situation but what's life without a few risks? You leave from the seating of the area and walk over towards the ladder. Before climbing up the ladder you turn the lights off not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.

You grab onto the ladder and push yourself up placing your legs on the ladder, you climb up the ladder. Once you reach the top you push the top open and the trap door was forced open, you place one hand on the ground and place another hand on the ground.

You push yourself up and get on the top of the surface part of the ground. You take a small breathe and close the top. You push yourself up from off of the ground, you knew where L'manburg was since it was a pretty often visit.

You move throughout all the leaves and in vines, it's pretty normal to walk through it all. A few thoughts crossed your mind thinking about it, Dream wouldn't try contacting you that way he'd just catch you in the middle of the Dream smp and pull you to the side.

Thinking about meeting in L'manburg it would only be Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur, Eret, Fundy, or Niki. It's not really Important who invited you but you really did want to know. You walk over to the area of the Dream smp and pass Tommy's house. It's pretty abandoned but you didn't bother starring at it too long.

You walk past it and walk towards the bridge that usually leads to L'manburg, you stop for a moment and hear a singing noise. It's not anywhere in sight per say but it's loud enough to hear. It's within the walls beside you and you put your ear on the wall.

It's more of a humming sound, you remove your ear from the wall and roam your hands along it. You hit a button along the wall not surprised but the wall opens up and the humming is more clear.

You enter inside of the cobblestone room not really expecting anything. The floor made a little sound when you entered inside of the room. You look on the ground and there's a few blood clots on the floor and some guts along with it.

You cover your mouth backing yourself backing into the corner. You sorta had a dislike of blood, not Hemophobia but it wasn't your favorite to be in a room filled with something dead. You look up and see Wilbur finishing cutting something up.

He already heard you since you had entered the room. He turns around and removes his gloves which were stained with blood. It's not a human thankfully but it's a dead animal, still very uncomfortable in this situation.

Wilbur looks up at you not very surprised  up at the moment, " What's wrong?" The whole display itself was wrong. You uncover your mouth smelling all the disgusting rotting corpses, "You're killing animals and letting them rot," How is he not disgusted? You roam around the room seeing more dead animals.

Wilbur tries explaining himself while coming towards you, but you get very distracted by all the blood splatter on the ground and much more graphic stuff. You weren't looking at him meaning that he knew your attention wasn't on his apology.

He grabs your hair and tugs on it making you shift your attention at him. Pulling and tugging on your hair really hurt because it's like being forced by Wilbur. As tough as you seemed whenever you had armor on being without armor is a completely different story.

"What's wrong tell me, you had a lot of nerve coming from somebody who would fuck literally anybody attractive enough," It's very weak of you to get degraded by somebody who doesn't even know how to defend himself.

"Or anybody who even found you attractive," You knew your worth but whenever somebody tells you something about criticizing yourself you'd just believe it and fix yourself. Was he right? You can't answer that yourself.

You had gone pretty silent and it causes Wilbur to get more aggressive with you. He knees your in your stomach not damaging your internal organs but it just made you feel weak and you tremble on your knees.

You grip onto your stomach squeezing it together, He's treating you like complete shit. He stops kneeing you and he pinches your cheek practically teasing you. You weren't even supposed to be meeting Wilbur at the moment.

Responding would get you in trouble and not responding would get you in more trouble. He's very agitated at the moment and he grabs the pocket knife from his pocket putting it towards your thigh.

"Can I Carve our Initials on your thigh," He asks you, You weren't too fond of punishment but you did like the attention being craved. You nod your head slightly and he removes his hand from your hair.

He grabs onto your thigh and you fall down stinging your back. He slowly starts carving your initials on your thigh, you don't make the loud noises you want to because he'll just end up cursing you out.

You wanted to curse so badly even though you liked it when he inflicted the pain, But why was it only acceptable when he did it. He was only done carving the 'W' halfway, you flinch and he messes up.

It a swerved 'W' and it looks very crossed out, He's upset with you and gets up from squatting. You try communicating with him, "Wilbur?" He's not necessarily listening to blocking out the thoughts.

He puts his foot in between your legs pushing it further near your shorts, His shoes against your clit. You can't tell what his original thoughts are, before you can even react he kicks you in your side. You fall on your face gripping onto your lower half, it's like a period without the loose blood clots.

He squats down and grabs onto your hair pulling you up making you look up at him, "Such a slut aren't you darling?" He spits on your face and it drips off of your face on the ground, is this really who you were such a despite slut that you would let a man do this to you?

Most definitely, you try smiling at him but it's a half-smile since you were in pain. "You holding up good slut?" He asks while looking you in your eyes, you nod as a response and try getting off of your sides.

You weren't damaged that badly you could always heal from it... He lets go of your hair once you were stable enough to stay on your knees. He takes his belt off and takes his pants down, he places the belt around your neck and ties it.

He takes his boxers off and grabs his dick which was already erected due to sadism. "C'mon slut, suck," He tugs on the end of the belt and you put your mouth on his dick, following rules in such a bad position in your life. Never would you have thought you would be sucking off Wilbur..

You take it slow at first not wanting to rush it since you weren't experienced as much, you mainly focus on the tip of his cock and rub your tongue over and over on his slit. Whenever he feels like he would release something he tugged on the belt making you gag on him.

It was hard to take him and focus on not being choked up by his belt, He's not the strongest of keeping his moans in. He climaxes inside of your mouth and some gets on your cheek, He wipes the semen off of your face.

"Is this okay darling?" he kisses your cheek and helps you clean yourself up, at least he did aftercare..

[hangezoeenthusiast]

You failed me

multiple x gn!reader

word count: 2,524

warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)

synopis: you guys failed me(us)

(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)

song: rät by penelope scott

I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God They make technology, high quality, complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything, just like a daddy should

Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.

It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.

“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”

And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you And the real tragеdy is half of it was true

Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.

“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”

“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”

But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train

"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”

"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."

You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.

"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"

"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”

“Well, then I have to fight you.”

And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.

So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”

He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.

“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”

I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I feel so stupid, and so used I feel so used

"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."

"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."

"Why Dream?"

"I'm going to revive Wilbur."

I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are

"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.

He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?

He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.

He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."

He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.

"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"

"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.

"Y/n/n, please don't do this."

"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."

When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand

Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.

He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.

"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."

He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.

You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."

"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.

While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."

"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.

You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."

Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."

"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."

'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry

"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.

"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."

"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."

"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.

You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.

"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”

You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused

“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."

"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."

You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.

"If you join, you will be forever happy."

"If you join you'll get whatever you want."

You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."

“Then you have to die.”

So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison 'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts I can't believe you tore humanity apart

“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.

He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.

He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.

“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”

“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.

You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.

“We could’ve had evertything X.”

[artdev]

I’m probably gonna get attacked for this lol

Tommy Character Analysis

From a sane yet angry child

The character of Tommyinnit is one of the worst characters on the entirety of the Dream SMP. Yes, the other characters have their flaws, and they have all done some very horrible things, but Tommy has continuously made bad decisions. These decisions have done nothing good for himself and have caused suffering for the other members of the SMP. In this essay I will provide reason to the fact character Tommy fucking sucks and every other character, yes including Dream, are so much better and have redeeming qualities to their characters. I will give a disclaimer: this is about THE CHARACTERS not the CONTENT CREATORS

Tommy’s First Days on the SMP

Tommy’s first day on the SMP was the last day of peace that server would ever see. From the get-go Tommy did nothing but cause nothing but problems for the original people on the server (Dream, George, Sapnap, Bad, Sam, Ponk, Callahan, and Alyssa) which resulted in a ban from not only from Dream, after refusing to obey under his exile he was put in, himself but also from George. The bans were lifted but everything spiraled from that point on. Tommy was the spark that started the disc war. This was a war that spanned over a series of months because Tommy would not stop killing Dream, so in return Dream confiscated tommy’s discs as a punishment, it was Dreams server, so he was not going to let Tommy go around causing problems without consequence.

Quick history

L ’Manburg

L’ Manburg started out as nothing but a drug caravan, started by Wilbur and tommy, would grow into a large country separated by large black walls keeping everyone out and let only a select few in. After a war Tommy did the only selfless thing, he would ever do in his whole time on the SMP. He gave up one of his discs for L’Manburg’s independence, after losing a dule with Dream. In all this tommy keeps up his thieving and antagonizing ways.

The election

The election was Wilbur’s attempt to regain power and respect within his country, there were multiple parties, POG 2020 (Wilbur and Tommy), SWAG 2020 (Quackity), Schlatt 2020 (JSchlatt). POG 2020 was the overall winner but was beat out by 1% by Schlatt and Quackity who had formed a coalition. With Schlatt as the president and Quackity as the Vise President the country is changed to Manburg, the walls are torn down, and Tommy and Wilbur have their citizenship is revoked and are banned from Manburg.

Pogtopia and Manburg v Pogtopia

Pogtopia was the ravine that served as a base for Tommy and Wilbur after the election. This is when techno (my fuckin beloved) had joined and sided with Tommy and Wilbur with the promise of chaos and war. With techno on their side, they start to build up and prepare for war. The war between Pogtopia (with the old residents of Manburg) and Manburg (pretty much everyone else on the server). The war ended with Schlatt having a heart attack in the remains of the destroyed drug van, Tubbo becoming president of Manburg, followed by Wilbur blowing up the country, with assistance from techno, and his grand death at the hands of his father.

Exile

Tommy was sent into his third exile by Tubbo after Tommy once again was causing problems for Tubbo and the new L ’Manburg. Tommy was sent thousand and thousands of blocks away from the greater SMP and he was not allowed to return unless he wanted to die. After spending months in exile with Dream coming by every day and taking Tommy’s things, and tommy almost taking his last canon life, tommy had escaped exile and went to the closest place he could go. Tommy set up a base under Technoblades retirement home and was soon discovered by Techno. Despite Tommy stealing Techno’s items and just being a annoying ass bitch, Techno let Tommy stay. With the help of techno tommy was able to sneak in and out of L’ Manburg.

Final L’ Manburg War

After a confrontation in the remains of a now destroyed community house, Tommy had sided with Tommy, another declaration of war, with Dream and techno going to blow up L’ Manburg. Tommy planed with the other members to gather resources to face off the most powerful people on the server. In the end L’ Manburg lost and was destroyed with nothing left but a sizable crater in its place.

The end of the disc war and drams imprisonment

The end of season two of the SMP was the end of the disc war, after tommy and Tubbo meet up with Dream at the top of a large mountain, where the three fought to get the discs. Dream eventually leads the two brits to a bunker where Dream had been collecting the attachments on the server, like Tommy’s cow henry, Ghostbur’s sheep Friend, and open slots for other pets and Skeppy. While Dream was going to kill Tubbo he was stopped when the entirety of the SMP, lead by Punz, came through the nether portal that led into Dream’s base. They surrounded Dream and caused him to surrender, and landed him in pandoras vault, a large prison built by Sam under Dreams request. Whist Dream has been in prison Tommy has visited a few times and has done nothing but was nothing but an annoying child to an already suffering man. During what was supposed to be Tommy’s last visit he ended up being locked in the cell with Dream due to a potential security breach in the prison, meaning tommy was stuck with Dream for what was only supposed to be a week. Tommy was stuck with Dream for more than a week, like was stated in the terms and conditions of the prison, this extended time alone with Dream was bad for the both of them and it led to tommy losing his last canon life. Tommy was revived by Dream three days later and was freed from the prison shortly after, now out and full of fresh trauma.

Present events

After being revived and released back into the world tommy swore that he would kill Dream. As of tommy’s most recent lore stream there was an attempt. Tommy armed with invisibility and fire res pots, under the cover of Ghostbur paying Dream a visit, snuck into the prison to kill Dream. When tommy finally go to Dream’s cell, he got to trigger happy and took out the axe to soon which ended in tommy being caught by Sam and left Ghostbur stranded with Dream on the other side of the lava. Now that Dream had Ghostbur he would be able to bring Wilbur back and that exactly was happened, Wilbur is now back and as crazed as ever with 13 and a half years of isolation on top of that.

Tommy and His Trauma

I will not ignore Tommy’s trauma, nor will I downplay what he’s been through, cause truly been through a lot. That being said his trauma should not be used as an excuse to blow off what he’s done, if one is going to do that you better danm well not go around and ignore others trauma. Tommy has been through some horrible things, his exile, Dream’s manipulation, being beat to death in prison then being revived, losing not only a brother figure but also a place he called home, as well as the manipulation from Wilbur, these things can really do some damage to a kid or an adult. Tommy though uses his trauma to excuse any wrong thing he does. There are characters on the SMP with similar trauma, Jack Manifold was the first character to come lose all his canon lives but he came back out of spite, both Tommy and Jack went through something similar. Jack, however, doesn’t use this trauma to make excuses for being a massive prick. Jack uses what he’s been through as motivation, while it’s one of his motivations to do something bad, but he doesn’t use it as a hindrance. Now let’s look at someone has experienced the same things as Tommy, Tubbo, Tubbo went through almost everything Tommy went through plus more. Tubbo was manipulated by Dream, saw his country get blown up TWICE, hell he had to mourn the death of his best friend on TWO SEPREATE OCCASIONS, he was killed by someone he thought he could be trusted, was manipulated as well as verbally abused by Schlatt when working in his cabinet. Tubbo has gone on to build his own little town, start a family, he had run a country pretty danm well and created NUKES. Tubbo doesn’t let what happened to him hold him back from doing great things or keep him stuck in his old ways, Tubbo was able to break from what he originally was, a side kick, and has done wonders.

Tommy and His Relationships

Keep in mind this is not about whether Tommy cares about people it’s about how he acts and how that affects others. Tommy cares people so I cannot shame him for that, but despite that he still causes problems for said people.

Tommy and Dream

Tommy and Dream have never gotten along, anyone with fuckin eyes can see that from a mile away, they are always at each other’s throats and always butting heads. Dream is normally pretty levelheaded, until Tommy comes around. When Tommy was trapped in the cell with dream that was bad from the start, but the extended time was even worse. Tommy has always been an aggressor towards Dream, during the war for L ’Manburg when Dream was meeting with Wilbur, Tommy lashed out at Dream and put the independence of this new nation on the line to try and fight Dream. Now on to more recent examples, Tommy’s death. When Tommy was trapped with Dream in the cell Dream was pretty stand offish, if anything he was excited at first, being stuck in a cell with no one to talk to is pretty fuckin lonely. That excitement was sure to be short lived. Tommy is quick to start antagonizing Dream, hitting him, hurling insults at him, and just being all around unpleasant, Tommy would also take things like Dream’s clock and books and throw them into the lava just to upset him. Tommy also killed the one thing in prison that Dream had, a cat that he named hope, another thing Tommy took away just to show “what happens to things you care about”. All these things would build up over time which lead to Dreams burst of anger and caused Tommy’s death.

Tommy and Technoblade

Time to get absolutely PISSED. Techno was never a person to Tommy, he was just the Blade, a weapon to be used till he was not needed. Ever since Techno first logged on Tommy though he had scary dog privileges, getting mad at techno for when he went and assisted Wilbur in the destruction of L ’Manburg when techno had made it clear he was not a fan of government. After Tommy had fled from his exile he went to hide under Techno’s home without Techno’s knowledge, before he was discovered by Techno, he would steal from him and use them in useless ways, such as decorating his hidey hole with gold blocks or how he stole Techno’s gapples and ate them when he didn’t need to, practically wasting them. Once he was found by Techno, Techno let Tommy live with him despite being a leach, he let tommy eat the gapples, and even assisted in getting tommy in and out of L ’Manburg, he even hid Tommy from dream and lied to one of the most powerful people on the server to keep tommy safe. Techno was very patient with Tommy and what does Tommy do? He goes around and goes back to Tubbo, the man who exiled him in the first place, actively backstabbing Techno, and when him and Dream team up and destroy L ’Manburg for the second time he has THE GULL to get mad and shame Techno for it, it’s fucking awful.

Tommy and Tubbo

Tommy and Tubbo are great friends, I can’t lie about that, but he still manages to make shitty decisions that affect him. When Tubbo was president of the New L ’Manburg Tommy started causing trouble, all starting when he (and Ranboo) burned down George’s house, forcing Tubbo to put his vice president under a probation. Even after being put under the probation, he still caused problems. Tommy made Tubbo choose between the safety and freedom for his country or his best friend staying, in the end it was tommy’s fault for being casted into exile, he just wouldn’t behave and follow the rules. He also constantly pushed Tubbo’s trauma to the side to put a spotlight on his own, making him the center of attention, ignoring someone who’s supposed to be his best friend. Now, I will say, he did do something good for Tubbo, during the final disc confrontation he gave Dream the disc’s they were fighting so hard for in return for Tubbo’s safety, I have to give credit when credit is due.

To The C!Tommy Apologists

I know people are going to come after me for this, to any Tommy apologists reading this, please just can it /nm. In canon tommy is about 20 something? You can’t keep using “Oh HeS a ChILd!’ CC!Tommy is a child. Yes, I understand he’s traumatized, so is every other character on the SMP, he isn’t special. Also, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LEAVE US DREAM APOLOGISTS ALONE. All your arguments are so similar and you all thing dream, who is obviously mentally ill, deserves the everyday beating which is incredibly fucked up. Now I know not ALL Tommy apologists are like this but it is a lot of them, regardless of what dream did, he does not deserve to be rarely fed and he does not deserve the constant torture. Also please stop wit the whole ‘dream is obsessed with tommy’ shit, I can’t remember the tag for it at the time of writing this, but it is the creepiest thing I’ve seen and everyone portrays dream to be some yandere stalker and its just not poggers to be honest, and it comes off as very predatory which is ALSO not poggers. To any tommy apologists friends I know IRL this is not directed at you and just know I love y’all.

[foreficfandom]

Mystic Messenger - First Time With MC (Lemon)

(Author’s notes: These scenarios do NOT assume a gender for MC, but do write the boys penetrating the reader.)

– Zen –

This isn’t his first rodeo, but he’s not exactly experienced; he’s had, like, one-and-a-half relationships before you. It’s been years since he’s had partnered sex.

And he’s never had sex-ed, either, so his knowledge of the Nasty is kinda lacking. He thinks he can re-use condoms as long as he keeps it on, he believes coconut oil can be used with latex, he thinks birth control pills act as a spermicide, and so on.

You and him initiate sex pretty early on in the relationship, perhaps merely a few days after the RFA party. He’s very romantic about it, too, planning a whole day in advance with rose petals on the bed and scented candles dotting his room. But in the middle of making out, you ask if he’s clean, and he pulls back, confused. “... I think? I mean, I haven’t been with anybody in years, so ...”

Turns out he’s never been tested for STDs. He’s almost offended when you bring it up, like you’re insinuating he’s been cheating on you. You have to explain that getting tested is just what everyone does before having sex with someone for the first time. 

So ... he’s not tested. “Can we ... still do it?” He’s blushing like crazy now, embarrassed he’s so behind on the know-how when he’s the one who wanted this in the first place. 

Partnered sex can still be relatively safe even when an individual’s not been tested, so long as you use lots of protection. But depending on who you are, you might say no, just to be 100% safe. Either way, Zen’s disappointed - not in you, no way, but in himself. God, he’s been looking forward to this night for so long, and he fucked it up by being stupid. He stews in his thoughts silently for a while, and you can tell he’s feeling down so you cuddle him close to have a good long chat about sex, relationships, and communication. Afterwards, he feels much less insecure. The two of you take the rose petals and candles to the bathroom to enjoy your first romantic bath together, instead.

Two days later, he bounces back from the clinic with a negative on every test imaginable. It’s finally time to dig in, and go ham he does, passionately wrapping you into his arms while thrusting deep and slow, trying to have as much skin contact at all times. Oh, god, he loves you, and he’ll spend the whole night proving it.

(Except he definitely couldn’t last the whole night. Your first time having sex was a mere two turns before he clonked out. He’s still embarrassed about that.)

– Yoosung –

It’s his first time having sex, and he’s really nervous. He wants it, wants you badly, but oh my god what if he messes up? What if he farts? Or scratches you in the face? Or he thrusts weird and hurts you and you start bleeding or something?? Dear lord help him

He considers proposing sex like, eight different times. He’s always chickened out, just kissing you on the doorstep before saying goodbye, or letting you leave his dorm without offering to stay the night. It doesn’t help that his dorm is tiny, he’s got a twin bed barely big enough for him. And anybody passing by the door would hear what’s going on inside clear as day. Take his word on that.

He had spent several hours worth on his laptop, doing research on ‘how to have sex for the first time’. He’s got his list of positions to try, how to minimize pain and discomfort, etc, all memorized.. He eventually goes out to get condoms and lube, making sure to use the self-checkout. 

You and him are hanging out in his dorm after a date, and he wasn’t even planning to suck it up and ask you, but you saw the condoms in the shopping bag he forgot to stow away, and you asked him gently, “do you want to be intimate with me, Yoosung?”

He blushes like crazy, you could swear you saw steam lines radiating from his face. But you take his hand in encouragement and he nods eagerly, looking anywhere else but your eyes. “I - I really want this, MC. I’ve been thinking about this for so long ...”

You can tell he’s nervous. The two of you sit on his bed and talk explicitly about what he wants, how you should proceed, what lines to avoid, and lots of other important details. A safeword is confirmed; ‘server maintenance’. He feels much more confident. 

The two of you begin by just kissing on his bed, he slowly dares to feel up your shirt and eventually the clothes come off bit by bit. His body is lean and soft, and he’s loud, too. Just nipping at his pillowy tummy makes him cry out. 

You give him oral, and he’s twisting around, grabbing at pillows and sheets like he’s tumbling down a cliff. He comes without warning and collapses, wrung out and overwhelmed with pleasure. 

Some cuddling afterwards, and then he’s hard again and kissing at your neck. He asks you to ride him, and when you do, he’s sobbing without shame and grabbing hard at your hips.

Some time afterwards, when you and Yoosung are trying to cuddle on his bed without either of you toppling off, he remembers just how loud he’s been and dreads facing anybody in the building tomorrow. You just laugh and tuck him into the bedsheets.

– Jaehee –

She shyly shows off a beautiful new set of lingerie as her way of asking to ‘take the relationship to the next level’. And she’s a real bombshell in it. It’s sometimes easy to forget that Jaehee’s got a bod underneath her suit/cafe uniform.

Unlike certain younger boys, Jaehee didn’t feel the need to agonize over this night over a period of several months. This is a natural progression for her. Once things feel ready between the two of you, it’s natural that the question eventually comes up.

She first shows you her new lingerie in its original packaging, and waits to hear your ‘yes’. Then, it’s time to hop into the bathtub for a long soak and thorough wash before putting it on.

She also gets new toys. Entire shopping bags and shipping boxes filled with insertables, vibrators, pumps, impacts, (and also the supplies needed to maintain them). She didn’t come out and show you these all at once, she’d probably die of embarrassment if she did. But she had them all unwrapped, clean, tested, and ready to use in a discreet box.

You and she actually end up making out on the couch rather than the bedroom. She’s sitting in your lap dressed in her lingerie, you’re fully clothed, and things get so heated the two of you decide to go at it right there.

She’s surprisingly wild. She keeps as much of her lingerie on as possible, even while you’re knuckle deep or pelvis-to-pelvis. The floor is eventually lined with toys as one is used after the other. And she loves taking the initiative with a gentle but firm hand, directing the positions one after the other, or deciding what toy to be used where, and for how long.

A round on the couch, and Jaehee cools down long enough to freak out about staining the upholstery, so she ushers you into the bedroom while she busts out the Lysol. 

After she cleans up, she joins you on the bed for some belated cuddling, and perhaps a second round. Or three.

And it’s actually in the middle of the day, not during the night, so the two of you are completely worn out by dinnertime. Food is takeout, and there’s a lot of it because you need to replenish all that energy.  

Jaehee doesn’t get blushy until you feed her a bite of dessert. It’s cute how confident she is when it comes to sex, but shy about small acts of intimacy. 

– Jumin –

He’s not a virgin, (not that it’s any of your business, Luciel), he had sex with a random girl back in college just to see what the fuss was about, and nothing else since then.

Jumin’s a conservative guy. “Liberalism can only flourish with a good foundation of conservatism.” He believes unmarried couples shouldn’t live together. Of course he’s not gonna be fond of having sex before tying the knot.

It’s not like he rushed the engagement for that reason, but if he was perfectly honest, he did wake up in a cold sweat at 3am when he remembered that this meant the two of you would be intimate very soon. 

Jumin’s got that reputation for being some d/s sex-mad sadist daddy, but that’s not the full picture. You might be able to get him into that specific mood after the two of you establish your relationship more. But for the first few times, it’s all vanilla.

It takes a long while before the wedding actually happens. And, no, Jumin’s not gonna really want to have sex for that entire period. Sure, he’s excited about it, but it’s not a driving, burning need. You, on the other hand, might say differently. 

So if you don’t want to wait four to five months, you’re gonna have to breach the topic yourself. And he’ll be torn - on one hand, he rationally realizes that it’s completely harmless to have consensual sex without martial ties. But he also believes in that supposed virtue of being abstinent until marriage. He also liked the romance of waiting. It’d make the moment more special for him.

Either way, he’s excited. The bed’s furnished with fresh sheets, the lights are dimmed, and there’s five dozen roses in crystal vases throughout the bedroom. 

It’ll start with wine while sitting on the bed - if you don’t drink, you have a glass of something you prefer while he’s sipping on some $12,000 vintage - and he drills a hole in your face with his loving gaze while singing your virtues. He wants you naked before he is, so after some kissing you’ll be nude on the sheets while he finally takes his clothes off.

Jumin has no idea what sex is ‘supposed’ to look like, which is both good and bad - you can tell him to do anything, and he’s not gonna worry about feeling awkward or stupid. But he also needs to be told to do anything. 

If you want him to go faster, or use more tongue, you have to tell him. He’s not gonna take the initiative. If you want him to switch positions, you need to describe exactly how you want to position yourselves. It’s a mixed blessing.

The first round goes quite a while because Jumin was taking it slow. There’s a second round where he gets more adventurous, and maybe a third round depending on how you feel. 

The next morning, the chef’s been hired to prepare a special breakfast, and you can tell that they know. Jumin doesn’t care. He just smiles all day.

– Saeyoung –

He actually was a virgin, which was kinda a surprise. His agent job never require any sort of sex-related work, thank god, and it’s not like he ever earned the attention of anybody else before this point. 

If an agency job had enough time to have sex while in the field, then that meant the job was going down the dumps fast. And whenever Agent 707 was involved, a job never nosedived that far.

It’s (semi) canon that Saeyoung asked to be intimate during the after-ending, while on the search for his brother. It was the night before all your plans would come to fruition, and he didn’t know he would come back alive. “I want to leave evidence on you that I existed.”

But it’s ALSO canon that in Saeyoung’s ‘dark chocolate’ Valentine’s Day ending, he asks to ‘take the relationship to the next level’. Which implies that the two of you haven’t had sex yet. 

So what’s the dealio? Basically, Saeyoung wanted to have sex with you that night in the cabin, and after some kissing, you realized that you (1) didn’t have protection, (2) neither of you have been tested recently, and (3) your current emotional states weren’t ideal for sex, especially since Saeyoung was a virgin. He left a lot of hickies on your neck instead, and the two of you held each other close the whole night. 

By the time Valentine’s Day rolled around, it had been two months since Saeran was rescued and Saeyoung was feeling a lot happier. You made it to the end of the scavenger hunt to find an amorous redhead that was ~prepared~ this time. An entire shopping bag full of prophylactics, lube, band-aids, water bottles, and everything. 

He managed to fake a confident persona up until he undressed you fully, then he found himself blushing like crazy when you undressed him in turn. Damn, he really was hiding muscles underneath that hoodie. His arms were woven cable, and underneath his pudge you could feel shapely abs. 

He asked to be on top, you complied, rolling over and allowing him to explore your body with his hands and mouth. It took three tries to enter you, because without his glasses, you were a bit of a blurry blob. But once he was in, he went at it. Maybe even a bit too enthusiastic for the first few thrusts, he was just running on some animalistic instinct he didn’t know he had. 

Two minutes later, he was blindsided by a surprise orgasm. Embarrassed, he rolled off of you and buried his face into the sheets. You had to stroke his hair soothingly for ten minutes before he would look you in the face. 

Saeyoung’s first evening of sex had one ‘disastrous’ first try, then a much better second run, and then after dinner there was a third ... and also .5 a prance while in the shower.  

– Saeran –

You’re his first sexual partner, but more than that, today also marks a big step in his self-confidence. He’s cashing in his newfound tolerance for his body and constitution. Saeran spent most of his life hating his ‘weak’ health and thinking anybody’d be repulsed by him. He wouldn’t have sex if he didn’t believe differently. 

So it’s probably several months - perhaps years - into your relationship that he even brings up having sex. Even though he may be ready, he’s still nervous and shy and unsure about how to proceed. 

Before the big night, he spends several minutes in front of the mirror, looking at his body. He’s gained weight and a new color to his skin thanks to his healthier lifestyle, and there’s this confidence to his posture that wasn’t there before. A sparkle in his eye. It’s incredible how far he’s come from hating every inch of himself. He smiles.

He prepares one of his Patented Saeran’s Romantic Dinners, complete with candlelight and ambient music. The two of you have done this several times before, but this time there’s an electricity in the air ‘cause of what’s to come. You notice that the food has no garlic, or other strong smells. Saeran’s more cunning than he looks. 

As dessert finishes up, he gets more quiet, until the conversation dies down and there’s nothing for it; he takes a deep breath and says, “....Sh-shall we go to bed?” Like this hasn’t been planned weeks in advance. The two of you walk hand-in-hand to the bedroom, where there’s even more candles and another stereo playing soft music, and you picture Saeran putting together a ‘having sex for the first time’ playlist.

You begin by kissing Saeran lying beneath you, but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder and asks to switch positions, because he doesn’t like the feeling of you hovering over him. It’s another mark of his progress that he asks for adjustments. 

Things progress slowly. Saeran feels out what makes him feel anxious, and what makes him feel good. The two of you end up side-by-side as he takes you, facing each other with your legs wrapped around his waist. Very intimate. Very sweet. He loves threading his fingers through your hair, and he mewls every time you fondle his ears. 

His health is still shaky, so he only has the stamina for one round before he needs to rest. He all but demands you inch as close as possible so he falls asleep holding you tight. When he wakes up the next morning, he’s got a 1000-watt smile. 

– Jihyun –

Out of the entire wacky cast of Mystic Messenger boys, Jihyun’s the only actual experienced one. You don’t have to tell him that a single pack of five condoms is waaayy too little, you don’t have to explain what dental dams are, or worry about him using oil-based lube on accident, and he’s the only one who actually showers thoroughly beforehand. 

It begins with your typical night of cuddling-and-kissing, then Jihyun says he’s clean and he’s got a bedside cabinet full of supplies. He gently holds your hand and asks, ‘”if you’d like …? We could … if you’re comfortable. If you’d have me.” He’s blushing, but he’s confident. 

Of course, even if you’re experienced, the first time with anybody is gonna be awkward. And Jihyun’s a surprisingly big guy to maneuver. There’s a lot of accidental elbowing, bonking of the heads, kneeling on sensitive bits, and little scrapes. His long limbs seemingly end up everywhere on the bed, and it’s like you’re playing twister. 

Mistakes just make him laugh. You trip over his outstretched forearm and face plant into his shoulder, and he just chuckles and pulls you into another kiss. 

He’s just so soft and loving. ‘Cause to Jihyun, it’s about ~making love~. He wants to go slow, looking into your eyes, cradling your head and burying his face into the crook of your neck. 

Tries to get you off first, either through oral or otherwise. He’s not a big fan of any positions that turn you away from him, it’s just too rough and aggressive. He’d rather carry you on his shoulders before he prefers doggy style. 

Checks in with you constantly, asks what you like and where you like to be touched. Tries to get you to literally guide his hands. In turn, he asks you to please, touch his legs, his thighs ... yes, kiss me there - 

For your first time, he’d rather have a one-two long sessions than multiple quick ones. He believes sex is one of the most intimate methods of non-verbal communication, and the longer you go in one sitting, the more is passed between the two of you. 

He’s never used toys in his life. If you decide to pull one out for your first time, he’s gonna blush like crazy and actually decline. He wants the first night to be 'organic’. And he’s so driven towards that romantic face-to-face lovemaking, he won’t go too hard or fast, even if you’re begging him. 

After the sex, he wraps you up in a cozy blanket before fetching some hot tea and fresh fruit. Then there’s several minutes spent reviewing how things went, what things worked well, or how they can improved. He catalogues it all for later. 

He rarely wants to fall asleep right after sex, so you might pass out peacefully, but he’s gonna stay awake, just gazing at you for a while.